Not-so-lazy Sundays (and Saturdays)

Ah, lazy Sundays. I remember those. Breakfast at 10:30, pajamas until noon, maybe a few hours in the sun. Lazy Sundays don't exist once you have kids. But Sundays are still great.

And today was all kinds of fabulous. Family swimming, lunch with friends, Art Walk at my son's school (he's a brilliant artist, and I'm not at all biased).


Then we were off to the park with other friends, and a yummy dinner with a Lychee Gin Fizz that was not-too-shabby.


Oh. Did I mention there was no pinning?

That's right. No pins. No projects. No Pinspiration to speak of. (Wow, that sounds a lot like perspiration.)

And if today was fabulous, yesterday was pretty great. Also with no pinning.

Yesterday was the Easter Egg Hunt.

Rather than take awesome Pinterest-inspired Weibo eggs we took (are you ready for this?) plastic eggs. (GASP!) They were filled with rubbery salamanders that stick to the wall when you throw them. Yeah. Well. The kids loved them.

The fun in the Easter egg hunt is not only finding the eggs, but later discovering what treasures wait inside! So in that sense, plastic eggs beat "my mom is super crafty and we made these Martha Stewarty eggs filled with ... well, yolks, which, by the way, you can't eat because they've been sitting out all day and the Salmonella's been a-multiplying"." Am I right?

Speaking of Easter Egg treasures. My son found an eggs filled with "money!" Plastic coins, to be exact. Which he is now referring to as "Hannukah money!" I suggested "Passover money" might be more seasonally appropriate, but he insists on Hannukah.

My kids have been curious about all things symbolic of Jewish holidays since their early days at Dad's Group. In fact, about a year ago, the elder of the red-heads (then 5) wanted me to tell her everything I knew about Hannukah. It happened to be Spring and Sesame Street was running a Passover special. It went into a fair amount of detail and the kids were sucked right in. SO even thought it wasn't exactly what she asked for, I let Sesame Street do the parenting and it seemed to work out. Until later that night...

We just so happened to be spending the weekend at my mom's and the kids were sharing a bedroom. The boy (3 at the time) had a hard time going to sleep and was keeping his sis awake. I went into their room with a serious "GO TO BED NOW" mommy face and he yells, "Oh no! It's the scary Jewish monster!" Laughed so hard I peed a little.

Hopefully the Scary Jewish Monster doesn't steal his Hannukah money!